False Idol! (feat. C!nn@mon)
You don't wanna see me like this
Tatted up in all this madness
Better way to ease my conscience
Ay, you better go, reminisce
You don't gotta know me like this
Spittin' it all out, reckless
Had to be alone in silence
But now I gotta break my silence
Wanna play for the big crowd
And I'm filthy and I'm proud
I'm the fifth of the ill mind
Less talkin' and more grind
6-5 for the ten grams
But you got to pay, for advance
Good deal and a better trance
But you don't wanna follow (My trends)
I'm just a boy and I don't know shit about the world
I don't, I don't, I don't
Pray to the lord, I don't wanna be your false idol
Idol, idol (No)
Gotta admit, I was never treated well by the life
Never had the money, never had the love
Never had a past to call 'em "good times", no
Bullied in the school, made fun of
Tellin' me to stay outta trouble
When I'm out here, suicidal and nobody helpin' me
Cept my iPod, God bless
I found music, shared my tale, healed all my bruises
Thinkin' all my problems went away
But the fame ain't showin' its true colours yet
Ended up as a bad role model
Blended in the bottom of a sad bottle
Everytime I make a motherfuckin' hit
Feelin' more depressed, man, I'm just a kid
I'm just a boy and I don't know shit about the world
I don't, I don't, I don't
Pray to the lord, I don't wanna be your false idol
Idol, idol (No)
Tatted up in all this madness
Better way to ease my conscience
Ay, you better go, reminisce
You don't gotta know me like this
Spittin' it all out, reckless
Had to be alone in silence
But now I gotta break my silence
Wanna play for the big crowd
And I'm filthy and I'm proud
I'm the fifth of the ill mind
Less talkin' and more grind
6-5 for the ten grams
But you got to pay, for advance
Good deal and a better trance
But you don't wanna follow (My trends)
I'm just a boy and I don't know shit about the world
I don't, I don't, I don't
Pray to the lord, I don't wanna be your false idol
Idol, idol (No)
Gotta admit, I was never treated well by the life
Never had the money, never had the love
Never had a past to call 'em "good times", no
Bullied in the school, made fun of
Tellin' me to stay outta trouble
When I'm out here, suicidal and nobody helpin' me
Cept my iPod, God bless
I found music, shared my tale, healed all my bruises
Thinkin' all my problems went away
But the fame ain't showin' its true colours yet
Ended up as a bad role model
Blended in the bottom of a sad bottle
Everytime I make a motherfuckin' hit
Feelin' more depressed, man, I'm just a kid
I'm just a boy and I don't know shit about the world
I don't, I don't, I don't
Pray to the lord, I don't wanna be your false idol
Idol, idol (No)
Credits
Writer(s): Ege Peşkircioğlu
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